Achtung diese Geschichte ist nicht von mir geschrieben weiss bloss nicht mehr woher ich die hab
deswegen mach ich auch ohne bedankomat
Autor: weiss ich nicht sry
hoffe das geht so in Ordnung Feretrius und Lesandira
habs gelesen oben
Milking(english)
[Bondage/captivity, milking machines, futa- oral/anal, brainwashing]
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She blinks her eyes open, shaking her head and trying to clear the cobwebs. What happened? The last thing she remembers was walking down a crowded street in this strange new world, then...blackness.
Where am I?
Almost immediately after she wakes up she becomes aware of several factors. The first is the smell. Deep and musky and pungent, it smells so strongly of sex and sweat that its difficult to discern anything else. The sounds are loud as well - all around her, panting and moaning and the occasional scream of pleasure, and the steady sounds of machinery. Then, she is acutely aware of the feelings - the deep, suckling massage on both her tits, and the firm rubbing around her length, threatening to drive her mad. Her hooves are in something sticky on the floor, and there is a slight pain in her rear. She seems to be naked, save a metal weight of some kind around her neck. There is a voice in front of her.
"Ah, good morning, 49." The voice is smooth like honey, yet sharp and assertive
"W-what?!" The draenei shudders, the rhythmic vibrations making it even harder to think than it should be "49? My name is Sashari, and wha-- Aaah--who the hell are you?
Sashari looks down, her mouth dropping as the machinery attached to her delicate blue skin pumps and hums "What-- where am I?" Her breathing quickens rapidly as she jerks her body, trying to dislodge the foul things.
The woman clucks her tongue slowly, looking up
"49, you are the latest heifer in the DMP production line. It's quite an honor. You woke up a little sooner than we expected - we haven't quite finished setting up yet. I suppose you can get a nice, first-hand view of things, then."
The woman is tall, long black hair and a pretty face, her attractive body hardly hidden behind her lab coat. She looked over a clipboard as she examined the draenei
"Hmm, good size, good size, yes, should get plenty out of you."
Across the room, Sashari sees another draenei, hanging limply from her bonds as the machine pumped at her, a cowbell around her neck and goggles on her face, her mouth hanging open as she drooled dully. As she watched, the draenei shuddered once before moaning, a load of her thick, creamy cum entering the pump and being sucked into the machine.
She shakes her head, growling "I am no heifer, I am a Draenei, and I demand that you rel-"
Her voice trails off as she sees the other member of her race on the other side of the room, cruelly bound. She shivers as the machine thrums and coaxes an orgasm from her sister, suddenly acutely aware of just how wonderful the feeling of the rhythmic pumping along her own hardened shaft is. Sashari reaches toward the lab-coated woman in front of her, growling deep in her throat
"Let me free this instant!"
As the draenei reaches out, a mechanical whirring above her abruptly pulls her hands up above her head, the chains around them noticeable at last. As her hooves seem locked in place with whatever binds them, she finds herself bending forwards. The woman ignores most of her growls, looking behind her at the draenei.
"Ah, yes, 17 has been with us for some time. She always manages to exceed her quota, so we took the time to reward her."
The woman presses a button, a large container of a clearish liquid lowering down like a water bottle for an animal, the water dispenser in an obscene phallic shape. It moved towards 17, bumping against her lips. Happily she opened them wide, allowing it to push in and enter her throat, a loving suckling beginning to slowly drain the container's contents "
A nutrient, and potent aphrodisiac. She's never been happier."
"This is horrible! What have you done to her?"
Her voice is still angry, but a note of desperate fear creeps in around the edges as she tests her bond, yanking hard at the chains holding her arms in place and finding them completely immoveable. She tries to growl menacingly again, but somewhere deep in her throat the rage turns into a moan, the relentless action of the pumps taking their toll.
The woman chuckles softly, checking off a few things on t he clipboard
"She was a cow, so we started to milk her. What would you expect? Now then, to fit these on you."
She pulls a pair of goggles out, stepping towards Sashari and attempting to place them over her head
Sashari jerks her head to the side, bashing her tough horns against the woman’s hand
"Stop it, let me go-- please!"
She shivers in revulsion and shame, knowing that if she can't break free soon the building pleasure will peak and her body will betray her. She jerks at her bonds again hopelessly.
The woman clucks her tongue, pressing another button. There's a brief shock from the pumps, Sashari’s body going numb and sagging, feeling slowly returning, but too late-- the goggles slide over the draenei’s head, all she can see is darkness*
Sashari shakes her head back and forth, trying to dislodge the goggles.
"What--- what is this?! Le-aah--"
A moan slips through again, and her hips buck once before she can stop them, her cock throbbing. She can feel the pressure building now, deep within her heavy balls, and it's all she can do to stop herself from moaning like an animal. The suction on her chest makes it so hard to concentrate, so hard to think...
The woman chuckles softly as the draenei is suddenly assaulted with light. As it fades, it becomes clear that she is watching herself in the goggles, from an observation point in the top corner of the stall, watching the sweat glisten, her body shake. It zooms briefly in on her body, before zooming out and shifting slightly, zooming in on her ass. An iron ring wrapped around her tail connects to the tight bonds her hooves are in. As she watches, subliminally the words "Acceptance" and "Purpose" flash by.
"N--no!"
The horror, the shame of being branded like an animal is simply too much, and her concentration is shattered. Her head tilts back and she lets out a guttural grunt, her thick cock jerking and sending a thick stream of cum down the tube. Her eyes open wide as her hips buck forward, just in time to see 'Purpose' flash before her eyes, replaced by a lurid view of her own throbbing cock shuddering
The woman grins slowly, marking down some notes on her paper
"Mmm, how did that feel, 49?"
Sashari pants for breath, her head dropping forward lifelessly
"You can't-- you can't do this, I won't--"
She shivers, unable to see anything but her own shameful body, totally exposed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
The black haired woman chuckles softly, smirking "
It looks like you've still got some breaking in to do."
The words "cow to be milked" flash quickly as she talks, and steps up onto the railing of the stall.
"I could certainly use some..."
She shifts her coat and moves her leggings, revealing a throbbing erection that she presses up against the helpless draenei’s lips
Sashari whimpers softly, almost all of her defiance already slipping away. She tries to turn her head to the side, but there's nowhere for it to go. All she can do is press her lips together tightly, refusing in the very least to make it go easy.
The view in the goggles abruptly cuts to another draenei, not 17, but another. She moans around a cock deep in her throat as she is milked, another one pushing into her ass as the overseer lifts her tail out of the way. She appears to have been used in this way frequently - her face is covered with dried cum, her hair matted and messy from it, likely to have worn all the cum she's ever had. The view suddenly cuts back to number 49, Sashari, the overseer gripping onto her horns and pressing the draenei’s mouth against her cock
"If your supervisor desires your throat, 49, you will offer your throat, because you are a good and obedient cow, is that understood?"
To accompany her point the words "obedience" and "obey" flash quickly.
Sashari has to breath from her nose, keeping her lips sealed tight, and each swift panting breath brings with it the thick, musky smell of sex that permeates every inch of the room. She shakes her head mutely, a tear streaking down from underneath the goggle and down the smooth blue skin of her cheek
The black haired woman sighs, gripping one of her horns with one hand, the other grabbing her nose and pinching it tight, preventing any air from escaping as the machine calmly pumped away at her.
"49...this is not becoming of a heifer..."
Sashari tries, she really does. It cannot be anything but a losing battle, though, and soon enough her chest burns and darkness creeps along the edges of her vision and she simply has to take a breath. Defeated, her lips part wide with an anguished cry.
The woman coos softly, moving up to grip the other horn and sliding her length in with one fluid motion, letting the draenei breathe through her nose while roughly fucking her mouth.
"Mmm, that's -aah- a good cow, 49, now let's see some more of that delicious cum...you want to meet quota, right?"
She sees the cock thrust roughly into her throat as the word "Submit" flashes across her vision. Without thinking she begins to suck at the hardened shaft, feeling her own begin to rise once again, flushing with hot blood. Her chest tingles, sparklers of warm ecstasy surging up and across her fevered brain. The smell of sex is the only thing she knows, the musk filling every labored breath she takes
The woman smiles confidently, moaning as her precum leaks out into the draenei girl’s mouth, quickly rubbed aside by her fast, deep thrusts. She makes sure to make the girl’s body shake with each one, knowing she'll see it, see her ass shake, see her body quiver. She groans happily, pressing the Sashari’s lips into her crotch.
Sashari can see it now, see her own body once again begin to betray her as the pressure once again begins to mount between her legs. Her throat works dutifully around the woman’s cock, choked gagging sounds the only thing she's capable of uttering. She can even see as her tail lifts slightly and wags, basic instinct taking hold as rivulets of golden ecstasy once again intrude upon her.
The woman moans, speeding up and throbbing within the draenei, her end approaching. The phrase "milk cow" flashes again and again, reinforcing it as she pulls out and with a moan, splatters her seed across the girl’s face and hair
"Ahhh--"
Sashari groans, sucking a sweet breath down her throat. The utter shame at being debased by the warm spatters of the thick white cum make her shudder, cock now fully engorged. The pressure in her balls builds quickly this time, and she can no longer deny it. It is only moments before she grunts and her balls rise, another load of her creamy cum spurting out. This time she sees her own face, perfect blue skin marred by dollops of oozing white.
The black haired woman hops down from the stall, walking around behind her, lifting her tail to inspect her ass fully. She slaps it once, teasingly.
"What is your name?"
Her head hangs low once again, and it takes her a second to respond to the question. She moans out 'S--Sashari...' but somehow she's unsure. The name no longer sounds right, somehow... If only she could think, could stop the indescribably sensations saturating her very being
The woman spanks her once, firmly and hard, pulling her tail sharply as she did so
"I asked you what your name was."
The draenei yelps, head straightening.
"I-- I don't--"
Something flashes in front of her eyes and suddenly she knows.
"Four-- forty nine."
The woman purrs, rewarding the answer with a gentle stroke of the rear and a slow massage around the sensitive base of the tail*
"And what is 49?"
Sashari moans softly, confused by the question. Before she has time to think about it, the girl she sees in her goggles wags her tail slightly and answers for her.
"49 is a cow, for milking."
The woman grins warmly, lifting the tail and pressing her cock tip against Sashari’s asshole, rubbing slowly against it
"And, once more, what is your purpose?"
"I-- I--"
She stammers, so confused again. What is her purpose? Why is she here? Something again flickers past her vision and the beautiful Draenei the woman holds at the tip of her cock against responds
"To be milked."
She knows it's the right answer, knows deep inside that's what she is meant to do.
"To-- to please you."
The woman coos softly, "You're a good cow, 49."
She pushes her shaft into the tight rear hole, moaning softly as she does, burying it in her completely before slowly thrusting, letting her watch as every word she’s seen flashes by in quick succession
There's something... like a voice just past the edge of her hearing. Something screaming at her that this is wrong, that she is not a number... but she can't hear it well enough for it to matter. What could be more important than the humming machine that makes her feel so good? That even now is suckling against her cock, bringing it to life again? She's a good cow, that's all that could possibly matter.
The black haired woman groans happily, beginning to slam into the girl’s ass as she pants in delight, spreading her and filling her, slapping her behind on occasion, leaving firm marks on her soft ass. She leans over the draenei, growling in happiness, loving her tightness and gripping the back of her hair to tug her head back*
Sashari moans happily, panting for breath, a trickle of drool escaping her lips and trickling down her chin. A floating happiness comes over her as she hears the woman’s moans, knowing that despite the small amount of pain she feels pleasing her is the important thing. It is her right to do what she’d like with her, and she's overcome with joy that the woman loves the tightness of her ass wrapped securely around her thrusting cock.
The woman groans happily before pulling out, pumping herself furiously and splattering her load across the girl’s back, panting slowly for a few moments before brushing her hair beside her ears and stepping out of the stall, checking a few things over on her clipboard, nodding in contentment
"Yes, that should be good. You've performed well today, 49, and for that I offer you a rare opportunity: you may choose what you watch over the next 24 hours, until I come back to see if you've met quota. You can look at the darkness, so that you know nothing but the feeling, or you can watch yourself get milked."
The Draenei swallows, her throat dry.
"That's... me? That can't be me. I'm-- I'm--"
She cannot seem to complete the thought, and then it slips away from her. Confused, she blinks and tries to recall what she was thinking, but there's simply nothing to remember.
The woman nods slowly, "Mmm, I think I'll keep it on for now, you could use the extra programming. Make sure we get rid of any rogue elements. You'll be receiving your nutrients the same way 17 did, but your sucker isn't quite as kind as hers - yours is configured to give you nutrients only if you properly fellate it. You should be performing them with machine-like effeciency within the week." She grins then, smugly; "If a cow can't produce, after all, we might as well have something useful to do with her."
Sashari gives no real indication that she hears her, too focused on her own utter confusion to pay attention. Instead she moans, giving up... it's too hard to think, and why should she? She knows what she is. Her head droops again and she gasps, the sight of her own heaving chest sending goose bumps up her spine.
The black haired woman chuckles warmly, patting the draenei girl briefly on the head before turning on her heel and walking down the corridor, continuing on her inspection.
The draenei lets out a shuddering moan as the pressure builds anew, her cock proudly jutting out in the air, smothered in the loving embrace of the pumping machine, her bosom enveloped softly by cruel metal cups, lungs heaving, the cum on her face and back slowly oozing lower..
deswegen mach ich auch ohne bedankomat
Autor: weiss ich nicht sry
hoffe das geht so in Ordnung Feretrius und Lesandira
habs gelesen oben
Also da jetzt schon einige Leute hier geklaute Fanfics gepostet haben werde ich mal Regeln aufstellen.
Erstma gibt es nur eine und die heisst:
Keine Fanfics klauen!
Erstma gibt es nur eine und die heisst:
Keine Fanfics klauen!
dh. wenn ihr hier Fanfics Postet die nicht von euch sind dann bitte mit dem Namen des Autoren wenn vorhanden die Url seiner Homepage und am besten auch seine e-mail adresse.
Milking(english)
[Bondage/captivity, milking machines, futa- oral/anal, brainwashing]
=====================
She blinks her eyes open, shaking her head and trying to clear the cobwebs. What happened? The last thing she remembers was walking down a crowded street in this strange new world, then...blackness.
Where am I?
Almost immediately after she wakes up she becomes aware of several factors. The first is the smell. Deep and musky and pungent, it smells so strongly of sex and sweat that its difficult to discern anything else. The sounds are loud as well - all around her, panting and moaning and the occasional scream of pleasure, and the steady sounds of machinery. Then, she is acutely aware of the feelings - the deep, suckling massage on both her tits, and the firm rubbing around her length, threatening to drive her mad. Her hooves are in something sticky on the floor, and there is a slight pain in her rear. She seems to be naked, save a metal weight of some kind around her neck. There is a voice in front of her.
"Ah, good morning, 49." The voice is smooth like honey, yet sharp and assertive
"W-what?!" The draenei shudders, the rhythmic vibrations making it even harder to think than it should be "49? My name is Sashari, and wha-- Aaah--who the hell are you?
Sashari looks down, her mouth dropping as the machinery attached to her delicate blue skin pumps and hums "What-- where am I?" Her breathing quickens rapidly as she jerks her body, trying to dislodge the foul things.
The woman clucks her tongue slowly, looking up
"49, you are the latest heifer in the DMP production line. It's quite an honor. You woke up a little sooner than we expected - we haven't quite finished setting up yet. I suppose you can get a nice, first-hand view of things, then."
The woman is tall, long black hair and a pretty face, her attractive body hardly hidden behind her lab coat. She looked over a clipboard as she examined the draenei
"Hmm, good size, good size, yes, should get plenty out of you."
Across the room, Sashari sees another draenei, hanging limply from her bonds as the machine pumped at her, a cowbell around her neck and goggles on her face, her mouth hanging open as she drooled dully. As she watched, the draenei shuddered once before moaning, a load of her thick, creamy cum entering the pump and being sucked into the machine.
She shakes her head, growling "I am no heifer, I am a Draenei, and I demand that you rel-"
Her voice trails off as she sees the other member of her race on the other side of the room, cruelly bound. She shivers as the machine thrums and coaxes an orgasm from her sister, suddenly acutely aware of just how wonderful the feeling of the rhythmic pumping along her own hardened shaft is. Sashari reaches toward the lab-coated woman in front of her, growling deep in her throat
"Let me free this instant!"
As the draenei reaches out, a mechanical whirring above her abruptly pulls her hands up above her head, the chains around them noticeable at last. As her hooves seem locked in place with whatever binds them, she finds herself bending forwards. The woman ignores most of her growls, looking behind her at the draenei.
"Ah, yes, 17 has been with us for some time. She always manages to exceed her quota, so we took the time to reward her."
The woman presses a button, a large container of a clearish liquid lowering down like a water bottle for an animal, the water dispenser in an obscene phallic shape. It moved towards 17, bumping against her lips. Happily she opened them wide, allowing it to push in and enter her throat, a loving suckling beginning to slowly drain the container's contents "
A nutrient, and potent aphrodisiac. She's never been happier."
"This is horrible! What have you done to her?"
Her voice is still angry, but a note of desperate fear creeps in around the edges as she tests her bond, yanking hard at the chains holding her arms in place and finding them completely immoveable. She tries to growl menacingly again, but somewhere deep in her throat the rage turns into a moan, the relentless action of the pumps taking their toll.
The woman chuckles softly, checking off a few things on t he clipboard
"She was a cow, so we started to milk her. What would you expect? Now then, to fit these on you."
She pulls a pair of goggles out, stepping towards Sashari and attempting to place them over her head
Sashari jerks her head to the side, bashing her tough horns against the woman’s hand
"Stop it, let me go-- please!"
She shivers in revulsion and shame, knowing that if she can't break free soon the building pleasure will peak and her body will betray her. She jerks at her bonds again hopelessly.
The woman clucks her tongue, pressing another button. There's a brief shock from the pumps, Sashari’s body going numb and sagging, feeling slowly returning, but too late-- the goggles slide over the draenei’s head, all she can see is darkness*
Sashari shakes her head back and forth, trying to dislodge the goggles.
"What--- what is this?! Le-aah--"
A moan slips through again, and her hips buck once before she can stop them, her cock throbbing. She can feel the pressure building now, deep within her heavy balls, and it's all she can do to stop herself from moaning like an animal. The suction on her chest makes it so hard to concentrate, so hard to think...
The woman chuckles softly as the draenei is suddenly assaulted with light. As it fades, it becomes clear that she is watching herself in the goggles, from an observation point in the top corner of the stall, watching the sweat glisten, her body shake. It zooms briefly in on her body, before zooming out and shifting slightly, zooming in on her ass. An iron ring wrapped around her tail connects to the tight bonds her hooves are in. As she watches, subliminally the words "Acceptance" and "Purpose" flash by.
"N--no!"
The horror, the shame of being branded like an animal is simply too much, and her concentration is shattered. Her head tilts back and she lets out a guttural grunt, her thick cock jerking and sending a thick stream of cum down the tube. Her eyes open wide as her hips buck forward, just in time to see 'Purpose' flash before her eyes, replaced by a lurid view of her own throbbing cock shuddering
The woman grins slowly, marking down some notes on her paper
"Mmm, how did that feel, 49?"
Sashari pants for breath, her head dropping forward lifelessly
"You can't-- you can't do this, I won't--"
She shivers, unable to see anything but her own shameful body, totally exposed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
The black haired woman chuckles softly, smirking "
It looks like you've still got some breaking in to do."
The words "cow to be milked" flash quickly as she talks, and steps up onto the railing of the stall.
"I could certainly use some..."
She shifts her coat and moves her leggings, revealing a throbbing erection that she presses up against the helpless draenei’s lips
Sashari whimpers softly, almost all of her defiance already slipping away. She tries to turn her head to the side, but there's nowhere for it to go. All she can do is press her lips together tightly, refusing in the very least to make it go easy.
The view in the goggles abruptly cuts to another draenei, not 17, but another. She moans around a cock deep in her throat as she is milked, another one pushing into her ass as the overseer lifts her tail out of the way. She appears to have been used in this way frequently - her face is covered with dried cum, her hair matted and messy from it, likely to have worn all the cum she's ever had. The view suddenly cuts back to number 49, Sashari, the overseer gripping onto her horns and pressing the draenei’s mouth against her cock
"If your supervisor desires your throat, 49, you will offer your throat, because you are a good and obedient cow, is that understood?"
To accompany her point the words "obedience" and "obey" flash quickly.
Sashari has to breath from her nose, keeping her lips sealed tight, and each swift panting breath brings with it the thick, musky smell of sex that permeates every inch of the room. She shakes her head mutely, a tear streaking down from underneath the goggle and down the smooth blue skin of her cheek
The black haired woman sighs, gripping one of her horns with one hand, the other grabbing her nose and pinching it tight, preventing any air from escaping as the machine calmly pumped away at her.
"49...this is not becoming of a heifer..."
Sashari tries, she really does. It cannot be anything but a losing battle, though, and soon enough her chest burns and darkness creeps along the edges of her vision and she simply has to take a breath. Defeated, her lips part wide with an anguished cry.
The woman coos softly, moving up to grip the other horn and sliding her length in with one fluid motion, letting the draenei breathe through her nose while roughly fucking her mouth.
"Mmm, that's -aah- a good cow, 49, now let's see some more of that delicious cum...you want to meet quota, right?"
She sees the cock thrust roughly into her throat as the word "Submit" flashes across her vision. Without thinking she begins to suck at the hardened shaft, feeling her own begin to rise once again, flushing with hot blood. Her chest tingles, sparklers of warm ecstasy surging up and across her fevered brain. The smell of sex is the only thing she knows, the musk filling every labored breath she takes
The woman smiles confidently, moaning as her precum leaks out into the draenei girl’s mouth, quickly rubbed aside by her fast, deep thrusts. She makes sure to make the girl’s body shake with each one, knowing she'll see it, see her ass shake, see her body quiver. She groans happily, pressing the Sashari’s lips into her crotch.
Sashari can see it now, see her own body once again begin to betray her as the pressure once again begins to mount between her legs. Her throat works dutifully around the woman’s cock, choked gagging sounds the only thing she's capable of uttering. She can even see as her tail lifts slightly and wags, basic instinct taking hold as rivulets of golden ecstasy once again intrude upon her.
The woman moans, speeding up and throbbing within the draenei, her end approaching. The phrase "milk cow" flashes again and again, reinforcing it as she pulls out and with a moan, splatters her seed across the girl’s face and hair
"Ahhh--"
Sashari groans, sucking a sweet breath down her throat. The utter shame at being debased by the warm spatters of the thick white cum make her shudder, cock now fully engorged. The pressure in her balls builds quickly this time, and she can no longer deny it. It is only moments before she grunts and her balls rise, another load of her creamy cum spurting out. This time she sees her own face, perfect blue skin marred by dollops of oozing white.
The black haired woman hops down from the stall, walking around behind her, lifting her tail to inspect her ass fully. She slaps it once, teasingly.
"What is your name?"
Her head hangs low once again, and it takes her a second to respond to the question. She moans out 'S--Sashari...' but somehow she's unsure. The name no longer sounds right, somehow... If only she could think, could stop the indescribably sensations saturating her very being
The woman spanks her once, firmly and hard, pulling her tail sharply as she did so
"I asked you what your name was."
The draenei yelps, head straightening.
"I-- I don't--"
Something flashes in front of her eyes and suddenly she knows.
"Four-- forty nine."
The woman purrs, rewarding the answer with a gentle stroke of the rear and a slow massage around the sensitive base of the tail*
"And what is 49?"
Sashari moans softly, confused by the question. Before she has time to think about it, the girl she sees in her goggles wags her tail slightly and answers for her.
"49 is a cow, for milking."
The woman grins warmly, lifting the tail and pressing her cock tip against Sashari’s asshole, rubbing slowly against it
"And, once more, what is your purpose?"
"I-- I--"
She stammers, so confused again. What is her purpose? Why is she here? Something again flickers past her vision and the beautiful Draenei the woman holds at the tip of her cock against responds
"To be milked."
She knows it's the right answer, knows deep inside that's what she is meant to do.
"To-- to please you."
The woman coos softly, "You're a good cow, 49."
She pushes her shaft into the tight rear hole, moaning softly as she does, burying it in her completely before slowly thrusting, letting her watch as every word she’s seen flashes by in quick succession
There's something... like a voice just past the edge of her hearing. Something screaming at her that this is wrong, that she is not a number... but she can't hear it well enough for it to matter. What could be more important than the humming machine that makes her feel so good? That even now is suckling against her cock, bringing it to life again? She's a good cow, that's all that could possibly matter.
The black haired woman groans happily, beginning to slam into the girl’s ass as she pants in delight, spreading her and filling her, slapping her behind on occasion, leaving firm marks on her soft ass. She leans over the draenei, growling in happiness, loving her tightness and gripping the back of her hair to tug her head back*
Sashari moans happily, panting for breath, a trickle of drool escaping her lips and trickling down her chin. A floating happiness comes over her as she hears the woman’s moans, knowing that despite the small amount of pain she feels pleasing her is the important thing. It is her right to do what she’d like with her, and she's overcome with joy that the woman loves the tightness of her ass wrapped securely around her thrusting cock.
The woman groans happily before pulling out, pumping herself furiously and splattering her load across the girl’s back, panting slowly for a few moments before brushing her hair beside her ears and stepping out of the stall, checking a few things over on her clipboard, nodding in contentment
"Yes, that should be good. You've performed well today, 49, and for that I offer you a rare opportunity: you may choose what you watch over the next 24 hours, until I come back to see if you've met quota. You can look at the darkness, so that you know nothing but the feeling, or you can watch yourself get milked."
The Draenei swallows, her throat dry.
"That's... me? That can't be me. I'm-- I'm--"
She cannot seem to complete the thought, and then it slips away from her. Confused, she blinks and tries to recall what she was thinking, but there's simply nothing to remember.
The woman nods slowly, "Mmm, I think I'll keep it on for now, you could use the extra programming. Make sure we get rid of any rogue elements. You'll be receiving your nutrients the same way 17 did, but your sucker isn't quite as kind as hers - yours is configured to give you nutrients only if you properly fellate it. You should be performing them with machine-like effeciency within the week." She grins then, smugly; "If a cow can't produce, after all, we might as well have something useful to do with her."
Sashari gives no real indication that she hears her, too focused on her own utter confusion to pay attention. Instead she moans, giving up... it's too hard to think, and why should she? She knows what she is. Her head droops again and she gasps, the sight of her own heaving chest sending goose bumps up her spine.
The black haired woman chuckles warmly, patting the draenei girl briefly on the head before turning on her heel and walking down the corridor, continuing on her inspection.
The draenei lets out a shuddering moan as the pressure builds anew, her cock proudly jutting out in the air, smothered in the loving embrace of the pumping machine, her bosom enveloped softly by cruel metal cups, lungs heaving, the cum on her face and back slowly oozing lower..
